The next day, she marched into the main yard. “Wear your number. Remember your job.” Everyone laughed—until Garp took his pin, looked at her, and smiled. “You’re a troublemaker like me. I respect that,” he said, pinning it on. The others went quiet. By week's end, most Marines wore their numbers. Order returned—quietly, efficiently. *Only Garp noticed the genius behind it all. And Tsuru just nodded, proud. * “Kujaku doesn’t shout justice. She calculates it”
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